Video - Holden Laughing

Baby Einstein

I love Baby Einstein! If it weren't for the single
Baby Van Gogh tape that I have downstairs,
I would have never gotten laundry done last night!
It was Holden's first time watching it, he was crying,
wouldn't eat, wouldn't fall asleep, so finally I decided to put it
into the VCR, and laid him down on the end of the bed,
hoping he'd see it and maybe be enthralled with it,
even if just for a few minutes! Sure enough, he stopped crying...
and started kicking his feet and moving his arms and making little noises.
I loved the few minutes of time I got.
(Even if it was to get some much-needed laundry folding accomplished!)

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So... some of you may have already seen/visited BabyTalk Bio, message boards for mommies and moms-to-be. I frequent the boards, and have been a member since '05.

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Please go check out the contest on her blog, and then go check out the boards!

(You can find my profile/information here.)


♥ Sydney

The Lemon Wedge

We ate the yummiest herb-crusted chicken and steamed cauliflower
(the way my daddy makes it, with butter and breadcrumbs, it was yummy)
for dinner a few nights ago, and we had lemon for the cauliflower.
I asked Becks if he wanted a taste, usually he says no to lemons...
this time however, he said yes:

Cupcake fun!

Our nephew just recently turned 4, and had a birthday party @ Grandma & Grandpa's house.
He had an awesome Spider Man themed party, with a really cool and oh-so-colorful
cupcake-cake. It was way neat! Beckham really enjoyed the cupcakes, as you can see...
I think he may have eaten the frosting from a total of three or so that day, it's a wonder
he wasn't puking his guts out later on in the evening.



~ Sydney ~

Cantaloupe!

Beckham loves Cantaloupe. Loves it.
I knew the second he started eating his first piece that I was going to need my camera:

Oh, and I must add, he went through 4, yes FOUR, wedges of cantaloupe!

I couldn't believe it!

♥ Sydney ♥

*Our Easter*

Easter was a fun filled day! We made it to both sets of Grandparents.

Beckham looked so handsome in his little Easter Outfit! I only got

a few pictures of him in it, and of course they're of him playing outside,

on a skateboard none the less!

Becks got all sorts of goodies! Everything from candy to Spiderman things

(Watch him saying his new word, Spiderman here!), to bubbles,

(oh there were so many containers of bubbles!), everything was a pleaser. :)

The pneumonia ordeal.

Beckham was burning up throughout the night,so badly, I stripped him down to his diaper. His skin was so hot that it was burning mine!Neither of us slept very well, needless to say, as he was waking up alllll throughout the night.I was kind of thinking, that maybe it was related to his fall yesterday, but I don't know how something like that could cause a fever...This morning, we took his temp, several times, switching between ears.(The ear thermometer is the only one I have.)It was 100.8.We gave him Tylenol, and I've been giving it to him every 4 hours.His temp hasn't dropped below 100 and now, it's sky-rocketed to102.2!I know there is a certain temp that you're supposed to actually *start* being concerned, and possibly make a doctor/hospital/KidsCare trip....What is it? When should I decide to take him in. Insurance isn't a problem for us, so I would much rather be safe than sorry....
We took a rectal temp, it was 103.8.He was acting soooo lethargic and totally not himself.We decided the best thing to do would be to take him to the ER.They did a rectal temp there and it read 104.9!!!They did the run over for signs of an infection: listening to his lungs/heart,checked his ears/eyes/throat. Nothing. Said that since there weren't any obvious signs of an infection, they were going to draw some blood, get an x-ray, and get a urine sample to track down what was making his fever so high.First was the x-ray: They used a VERY uncomfortable (yet, oh so cute) looking plastic thing that held Beckham's arms above his head, while he was sitting on a little seat, like a bicycle.He was screaming the whole time. It was so hard for me to watch.Attempted AND failed a catheter, not once, but twice! Poor little baby was a screaming mess, and according to DH I was pale and looked like I was going to faint!(It doesn't make me sick, I just get light-headed and woozy when I see things that hurt. )I felt bad for the nurse, she wasn't doing anything wrong, but for some reason, it just wouldn't go in.Beckham was in so much pain, and this I know not only by the look on his face, but because of personal experience with the painful plastic tube commonly known as the "catheter".Finally, they drew blood, he was already crying, nearly uncontrollably, so that didn't seem like such a biggie... although, judging by the mark left behind, and once again, personal experience, I would say otherwise. So... the final verdict finally came in:Beckham has pneumonia in his left lung.I had no idea people could have it and not have a cough and/or wheezing lungs accompany it! DH says we are so lucky we got Beckham in tonight, instead of waiting until this weekend, or not taking him in at all.They sent him home on a dose of Motrin and a prescription for an antibiotic.

You know you're too thin when...

...you can fit into your 14 month old son's pajama top:



lol. Pathetic, I know, but it was so funny, I had to share!

Beckham's First Hair "Cut"

Beckham had his first hair cut this past Sunday. Not so much a hair "cut" but more like a hair "buzz". My dad (first time grandpa, soooo cute!) pulled out his clippers and we took B outside onto the deck and Grandpa trimmed it all up! It was awesome! I put all the hair that came off into a little Ziploc baggy. Kinda funny side note: The clippers that G-pa used on Beckhams hair are evidently the clippers the G-pa uses on his facial hair... which is dark, Beckham's hair is blond, so all cutely tucked in with all the hair that belongs to Beckham, are little pieces of whiskers, from G-pa! I think it's kinda cute though, because now it will be (and already is) the most cute, little, funny story to tell. :-) (Will post pictures at a later date.)

The Death Of The Stroller

We looked at strollers today. I am trying to convince Jake (the hubby) that we need a new one. He of course doesn't see that we really do need one. Ours is dying. Yes. Slowly but surely, dying. The basket in our stroller is waaaaay to small to be functional. The cup-holders don't "hold" the cups, and because of that, the hood/seat of the stroller are Coke-stained. Yeah. No biggie, I sure don't agree! Also, the wheels on the stroller we own (Kolcraft carried by Shopko... I do believe.) are so squeaky, that everybody stares at us! No matter where we're at. Whether it be in the mall, at the store, at the Indoor Soccer Center... everywhere we go, everybody else knows where we go! (Or where we're going, rather.) I hate it. It's embarrassing. So that is the reasoning behind wanting (NEEDING) a new stroller. I am of course trying to think ahead, you know, into the future, where I know we'll have another child... down the road. That's why I was thinking of purchasing a new Graco Travel System. Although we don't need the car seat part of it now, we will eventually need it, hopefully no more than 1 year down the road. Yeah, that's a long ways down the road, you may think... yes, yes it is. BUT I really need the stroller now. Beckham is at the age where he cannot, absolutely cannot be allowed to roam around the mall (and other locales) on foot. He has to be strapped in his stroller, otherwise, he gets away from me. He's so damn quick, people have no idea! I would never survive if it weren't for a stroller! I am already feeling like I am in high school again, the amount of running I have to do! I know we're going to find a stroller that's right for us.
Any stroller will do. (Although preference wise, I would love, love, love a Graco.)
It's just that the one we currently own sucks. It's totally not cutting it.

He looks too young to be walking...

So.. I am not really one for "blogging". I am sure it will end up just like my journal did: lost and forgotten. But that's okay, because I am definitely one to give new things a try.
Even if it means just once. :)
So I guess that my subject of today's' "blog" (I am not really used to this word yet, hence the quotes.) is going to be the fact that everybody we ("we" as in my husband & I & Beckham, or occasionally, just Beckham and I ) run into and actually talk to, or get talked to by, says to us: "How old is he?" 'He's one.' we respond with. "Oh my gosh, really?! He looks way to young to be walking!" or "Oh wow! Only one, huh? He's walking already?" I don't understand why people feel this way though... is it not often that one-year-olds walk? Does my son just not look like he is one? Does he look like what, a seven month old? The most bugsome thing that people say, is: "He's too young to be walking." Well duh, lady. Obviously he ISN'T too young be walking. Do you really think that by you saying that, it makes me feel good? Meh. Whatever. Think what you want. He's been walking since he was 10 months old. Even as his mom, THAT felt too young for him to be walking. But ONE?!

He walks. He's one. Oh my gosh. It's a miracle. :p